Story Time.

Hey! This is sort of a filler chapter, but thanks to Ârłíšś Brëé for giving me permission to use her story: Story of My Life (A Niall Horan love story) which you ALL NEED TO GO READ! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS, ARLISS BREE, OR SOML AND ITS TWO SEQUELS, LITTLE THINGS AND FIREPROOF. I DO NOT OWN LT OR F EITHER! HERE YA GO!

I walked into the kitchen, to make a pot of tea. I was sore after my night with Gar. I pulled a mug out of the cupboard as I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist.

"Morning, beautiful," Gar said.

"Morning, handsome," I replied, giving him a chaste kiss. The kettle whistled as I poured some tea into my mug. I had been under tea withdrawal. I sat down on the couch, wincing from soreness. I heard a chuckle behind me, so I turned my head.

"You two had fun last night, I see," Cyborg said, walking into the room. I shook my head as Gar laughed.

"Raven, I meant to ask you," Gar spoke, as he stopped laughing. "You want to go on another date?"

"Last time we went on a date, look what happened," I told him, rolling my eyes.

"But look at the outcome," he winked.

"Is that seriously all you men ever think about?" I asked him. Cy and Gar looked at each other and said at the same time:

"Pretty much." I sighed, picking up a random book from beside me. Yeah, I always had one on my end of the couch. Story of My Life. I knew I'd heard a song like that somewhere, but couldn't pinpoint it.

1. Tears.

"How dare you!" Joey screamed at me. I backed away into a corner closing my eyes, waiting for the blow.

"I'm sorry!" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"I'll teach you to be sorry!" Joey screamed again, his boot connecting with my back, making me fall to the ground.

"P-Please," I stammered, guarding my face with my arms.

"Get up!" Joey demanded, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me off the floor. Slowly I opened my eyes to reveal his furious face. He studied my bruised face for a second before pushing my body to the steps. "Go upstairs and stay there until I tell you otherwise!" He growled. I whimpered and nodded, rushing quickly to my room.

"Audrey!" A woman's voice screamed. My door flew open, throwing me to the floor and Sherry stormed in. "Get. Up." She managed through tight lips. I stood, my knees shaking in fear. Sherry came closer, pushing a lock of my dirty hair out of my face. "Tell me, what are the rules of this house?" She asked softly.

I swallowed, trying to make my voice work. "Nothing is mine, meals at 8:00, 12:00 and 6:00, never go into the kitchen, never look at the TV, outside is forbidden, don't go near the window..."

"The window... yes that one. Tell me, why don't you obey? Even the littlest of things you can't seem to understand. She began to circle me, "Wanna know why? Because you're stupid, that's why. You are ugly and stupid and hated by everybody." She breathed. A single tear fell down my cheek because I knew she was right. She smiled an evil smile, "I do not want to see you for the rest of the night. Tomorrow I want you up and dressed by 5:30 am. I want the living room and den cleaned and everything dusted. Do you hear me?"

I nodded.

Sherry placed her hand softly on my cheek before slapping me to the floor, her nails purposely tearing the skin on my face. She bent down next to me, her lips by my ear. "Never disobey me again." She whispered.

More tears began to fall as I heard her leave. Blood slipped down my cheek from the cuts Sherry had caused. I sat up and crawled to my small bed, grabbing the small picture from under the mattress.

"I have to get out of here." I said to myself, a tear slipping off my nose and onto the paper. I stood quickly, an idea pooling into my head. I glanced at my small clock on the wall and smiled. 10:45. I ran my fingers through my hair, thinking quickly. I walked over to my dresser and yanked open the top drawer, pulling out my backpack. Quickly I shoved my few pair of underwear, pants and shirts into the backpack. After pacing for a while I looked at the clock again.

12:15. It was time.

I stuck my ear up to the door, listening. Once I was sure the house was silent, I grabbed my bag and quietly opened my door. The hallway was dark, raising my hopes of Sherry and Joey being asleep. I crept downstairs and into the kitchen, I grabbed an apple and a banana from a fruit bowl and stuck them in my bag. I left the kitchen, and headed to the front door.

"What are you doing?!" Joey's voice yelled from behind me, nearly causing me to pass out from fear. I turned to find him walking to me from the foot of the steps, a crushed can of beer in his hand. "Come here you piece of filth!" Joey demanded lunging towards me, banging into the wall as I dodged him. I ran back into the kitchen and began to frantically pull on the drawers hoping to find a weapon but all of them were locked. I turned to run back to the front door but Joey was blocking my path.

"How dare you try to run from me!" Joey yelled, spit flying from his lip. I screamed and tried to run past but he grabbed the end of my hair.

"Let go!" I yelled, turning and kicking him as hard as I could in the shin. Joey fell to the floor, releasing me. I ran to the front door and threw it open rushing out. I began running, running from all of the pain, all of the abuse. Running for my life. I was crying so hard I didn't realize I had run into the street until I heard the high pitched squeal of brakes.

2. The Boys.

I jumped back, realizing I had almost been killed by a large black van. I stood on the edge of the curb and watched as the van stopped, backed up and pulled up next to me. I stood, almost in a trance as the tinted window rolled down.

"You all right, Love?" A British accent asked,

"Umm, yeah, I'm really..." I was interrupted by the loud roar of an old engine. I looked up, and my heart plummeted. It was Joey. "Oh, oh my gosh." I panicked and flung open the passenger door, throwing my bag in the back and jumping onto the lap of the person who was sitting there, slamming the door behind me. "Drive! Please, you can't let that man catch me!" I yelled, bracing myself against the door as the driver took off.

"Ow." Breathed the person I was sitting on.

"Sorry," I mumbled shifting my weight.

"No, it's fine," the person replied, I looked for the first time at who I was sitting on.

He. Was. Hot.

He had blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. I blushed and looked down.

"Are you alright?" The driver asked.

"Y-yes." I replied, my voice small.

"Why are you running from that person?" Another voice asked. I looked up at the other passengers of the van and met the gazes of four other very cute boys, all around 18-19 years old.

"He was trying to kill me." I whispered, looking back down at my hands.

Five gasps issued through the van. "Oh my gosh." The darkest haired boy said, his brown eyes wide.

"Well love, your're safe with us for now." The driver said, looking in his rear view mirror. "We lost him," He said, patting my knee.

"What's your name?" One of the boys asked.

"Audrey." I mumbled.

"Audrey," the hot blonde I was sitting on whispered to himself, a smile crossing his beautiful face.

"Well, I'm sure you know who we are," the driver said, a smile playing around his lips.

I peeked at each of their faces, trying to be inconspicuous about it. "I'm sorry. No." I cringed back, waiting for one of them to smack me.

"Well then," the blonde said, "this is Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Harry. I'm Niall." Niall said, first pointing to the driver then to the boys in the back.

"Also known as One Direction!" Louis yelled proudly.

"Oh," I mumbled, relaxing slightly. Underneath me, Niall shifted again, bringing Sherry's words into my ear.

'You're fat, ugly, and a bother to everyone.'

"I'm sorry." I said, pulling myself up a little so my weight no longer rested on his knees.

"Here, sit here." The one named Zayn said, patting the empty seat next to him. I looked down at the seat, then up at Zayn, then back to the seat, weighing my options. I turned and squeezed over the seat and onto the second row. "There, that's better." He said, grabbing my backpack from Niall. I nodded once, watching him as he placed the bag on the floor next to my feet. I pulled my knees up to my chest and listened to the silence of the van. Every now and then one of the boys would make a comment to one another but other than that it was just soft, dark, silence.

I closed my book, putting a bookmark between the pages I was on. I checked the clock.

4:35. I had been reading for 3 hours.

I sighed. Going into my room to meditate, I got a call on my communicator. I flipped it open.

"Raven! Get the others! There's an emergency!" Nightwing shouted.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Brother Blood is attacking the Jump City dress store!" He shouted. "He has a sidekick too!"

"What does he look like?" I asked.

"Well, he's wearing a mask, but I see blue eyes and a beard." He stated.

"Okay, I'm getting them right now!" I shouted back.

"Gar! Cy!" I called.

"Yeah, Rae?" They responded.

"Someone is attacking the Jump City dress store. He has a sidekick."

"Does Rob-er-Nightwing know who it is?"

"No, but I think it's Zayn."

"Are you sure, Raven?" Cyborg said.

"Yes. And this time-he's working with Brother Blood." I said.

Ha! Cliffhanger! Comment of the chapter waaaaassssss;

By: AStudyinEsmeWho

Wow wow wow! She MacGyver the s*** out of that place! But why do I feel like this guy wont stop there? I hope she at least gets to see Beastboy and have a beautiful reunion **